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A woman has suffered since childhood because of her last name.
It’s far from pretty and conveys her in a negative light.
Children gave her a hard time in school and still do.
She finally loses her patience and gives one a taste of their own medicine.
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Ms. Hellbich. The woman hated her own last name. If she hadn’t been a timid soul, she would’ve confronted her parents long ago and told them how she really felt. Though words wouldn’t have played any role in her revelation. Only screams and groans could have conveyed the shame and desperation she felt. There was […]
Ms. Hellbich by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello
well narrated; love that killer last line; that kid had it coming —
Haha! I agree, John. When patience runs thin, anything can happen. 🙂
I need to remember that too 🙂
I love this one, Terveen! Seeing Ms. Hellbich finally stand up for herself was glorious! It’s amazing how much depth you’re able to squeeze into such short tales, but I suppose that’s to be expected from such a gifted writer as yourself. I really enjoyed this one. 🙂
I’m glad she stood up for herself too. There’s something so glorious about giving someone a taste of their own medicine. Doesn’t matter whether they are younger or older. I’m glad that the vibes are delivered. Thank you so much, Mike. 🙂
well written, you deliver short stories, that holds our attention…I never know how it will end.
Thanks so much, Tony. I really appreciate that you enjoy the short stories. We all want a surprise ending – but a good one in real life. Haha. 🙂
yes we do!
The nastiness she felt all her life must have skipped her head for that split second when she finally retaliated, amazing story, hooked till the very end and her reply was like a bird finally free off the cage!!
Haha! Thank you so much, Deepak. That bird really left its mark. Good for Ms. Hellbich. She had had enough. 🙂
Hahaha, that’s really funny. She should fight back. And I think she should fight back long long time ago, but we are only human. Our strength grows ever so slowly while the evil we have to fight often seems so big and overwhelming. Still, we have ways to fight back. Even if when we think we are doomed, we can still find ways to fight back. I remember my own primary school days and it was a big cauldron of teasing and taunting and endless petty injuries. Not only children are in general not socialized to the point of being polite, but also our school is split into two big camps–the ones whose parents are from the rural college and the ones whose parents are from the villages. And there were a lot of fights. The ten minutes break between classes were usually the golden time for fighting. Bricks were snatched from the corners of the old buildings to be used as weapons and broken legs of wooden chairs, some with nails still attached, were considered swords. The little violence came in waves, sometimes more subdued and sometimes more heated. When it got really bad, the teachers just refused to give the 10 minutes break to children, who were only allowed to go to restrooms in groups of two at a time.
That must have been so tough. It seems like it was less of a school and more of a gangland. Your words paint a very vivid picture. Imagine children being so mean and vengeful to the extent of using bricks and chair legs as weapons. This streak of meanness may come from within but many are exposed to it in their households. Ms. Hellbich finally had enough. You’re right, she should have retaliated much before she reached adulthood. But sometimes, staying quiet is the easier way to deal with bullying. Such a difficult topic to talk or write about. Thanks Haoyan! Your sharing gives me a lot to think about. 🙂
Confront your parents over what? Having a name that you lack the intestinal fortitude to bear with pride? Own the name, worship Satan, hail fire and brimstone every time you walk into the room, and strike fear in the hearts of all the peons who dare to question your birthright! Sup on their mortal souls and cast their lifeless carcasses into the lowest pit for their insolence!
Or, just change your name.
Lol! I like the fire in your words, Rhyan. And why am I not surprised by the two choices offered by you. Either bear it with pride or just get the hell rid of it. I am humbled by your wisdom and no nonsense attitude. Both are greatly appreciated. The Bich must decide. 🙂
An awesome write, Terveen. Amazing ending. 😁
Thank you so much, Jeff. I appreciate it. 🙂
You’re welcome, Terveen. Always. ☺️